conversation got me here; another night alone in the city

thePASSION.
Thursday, October 30, 2008

Guilty.
a bittersweet memory.

sometimes i think i see it half empty.

in retrospect.
i say deadline, you say "yes ma'am".

please, i dont take shit.
whats more, you're not worth it.

i'll never forget.
always, your very own apartment.

and if somebody loves you.
wont they always love you.

back then.
they were stoic, unrelenting.
grand.

last night.
a sudden urge to express.
the result.

white dash by dash.
growing, longing.
'neath orange glow.
black tar reverts to soliloquy.
travellers to the right.
warmth to the left.
"ahead", it says.
peak, trough, unrest.
homeward bound.

music takes away all unnecessary distractions.
never have i felt so driven to get somewhere.
can you hear it now?

music makes me lose control
music makes me lose control
lets go.

~~perfect~~ion at 6:18 AM

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Saturday, October 18, 2008

i'm bad for health.

thanks to the ones who said their magic words.
at least i know somebody's got my back.
the feeling's beyond what words convey.

i know i've got it.
better off than most.
but i dont deny.
that i doubt.
heavily.

keeping it at the back of the throat.
vowel and consonant placement.
diaphragm trill.

can i ask, how?

anyway, happy birthday jael.
everybody say happy birthday to jael.
everybody: happy birthday, jael.
hope you had a wonderful day today.

i can take a few tears now and then
and just let them out
what hurts the most
was being so close.

~~perfect~~ion at 5:49 PM

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Thursday, October 16, 2008

i like it with them.
thats why.
i cant get used to living without, living without, living without you.
by my side.

two undeveloped scripts.
with empty storyboards.
and a lot of grappling.
what is it with expensive hobbies these days.

look like a girl.
necessary?

the slack's cut too loose.
dont, take long too wind it back up.
a directive, obey.

well love makes a man do some things he aint proud of.
and in a weak moment i might.
walk your sissy dog, hold your purse at the mall.
but remember, i'm still a guy.

these days there's dudes getting facials.
manicured, waxed and botoxed.
with deep spray-on tans and creamy lotiony hands.
you cant grip a tackle box.

yea with all of these men lining up to get neutered.
its hip now to be feminized.
but i dont highlight my hair, i've still got a pair.
yea honey, i'm still a guy.

oh my eyebrows aint plucked
there's a gun in my truck
oh thank God
i'm still a guy.

~~perfect~~ion at 8:26 AM

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Sunday, October 05, 2008

A Rude Awakening.

Put it down or else.
Brazen streams of a one-sided affair.
Hear the melody veer out of tune.
A harsh, red note screeches.

Pacer beyond boundaries hurling boulders.
Come out and take it like a man.
In a breath, common tumultuous passions and tacit desires.
Connected states in a sole freeze frame.
Press forward.

Lines have frayed, receivers decayed.
I'm not sure of the attention anyone has payed.
What habits have turned to vice.
The fault is ours.
Escapably ours.

Unrelenting stature with dignity toys.
Attempts to dabble in lethal distractions.
Would it be better like this or like that.
Anything to clear the closet clutter.

It's so easy, this volatile fragility.
A playing card tower.
With a breath, status quo ceases to be.

~~perfect~~ion at 8:34 PM

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Saturday, October 04, 2008

now i know where i got my alto voice from.
of course, from my mom.
who essentially got hers from my grandma.
both do male leads in cantonese opera.
looks like i've got a legacy to live up to.

i'd probably do well in the science faculty.
though it'd always remain a hypothetical statement.

recall a time of whim.
of simple delight at theories seemingly pioneered.
to a child's mind, an epiphany.
unlike the rest of us.
but a mere observation of unremarkable human phenomena.
with adherence and display donning conflicting roles.
still some, rest soundly amongst archival keepsakes.
still then, it was rife with life and notion.
you couldnt step in the same river twice.
inquisitiveness.
ignorance.

wind of change.
what an apt injection from my itunes on shuffle.

the wind of change blows straight.
into the face of time.
like a stormwind that will ring.
the freedom bell for peace of mind.
let your balalaika sing.
what my guitar wants to say.

take me to the magic of the moment
on a glory night
where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change.

~~perfect~~ion at 2:28 PM

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Wednesday, October 01, 2008

i can afford no distraction at present.

it aint as easy as it looks.
having days stolen from you.
having artistic freedom slip from grasp.
having your time drawn into an indistinguishable flux.
some decisions are beyond me.
but something else tells me, they wont be staying that way for long.

the past week has rendered me sheer.
too readable.
too understood.
this temporal state of literalism shall cease to exist hereafter.

and i dont feel right
when you're gone away.

~~perfect~~ion at 6:56 PM